You know you've been indiscriminately clicking too many interweb links when you hear a Rick Astley song at the coffee shop and feel like you've been Rick-Rolled by the management.

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Don't you think betting on the apocalypse is a bit like Pascal's wager? If you bet on the apocalypse, and the apocalypse fails to arrive, you lose. But everyone who bet against wins. If you bet on the apocalypse and it does come, you still lose because, well, it's the apocalypse and everyone loses.

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I recently watched The Long Kiss Goodnight again. I first saw it in the theatres when it came out, but couldn't remember a whole lot about it other than it was bad, hilarious, entertaining and filmed in and around Toronto.

Watching it again made me better appreciate the brilliance of this film. It's like a parody of Bourne Identity, but made years earlier. Brian Cox even "reprises" his role from Bourne Identity, and turns it up to 11 to make for near-perfect satire.

Not only that, but the movie has probably one of the best collection of bad guys and sidekicks, as well as bad & good guy one-liners. For example (courtesy of IMDB's memorable quotes):

Nathan: Alice, please. Your dog, Alice. It and my appetite are mutually exclusive.
Alice: Well, what's wrong with the dog?
Nathan: Simple. He's been licking his asshole for the last three straight hours. I submit to you that there is nothing there worth more than an hour's attention. I should think that whatever he is attempting to dislodge is either gone for good, or there to stay. Wouldn't you agree?

Samantha: I know he has a pin in his leg, car accident. I... I know he cuts his own hair. He doesn't even own a TV. He... he sits when he pees...
Mitch: Hey, hey, hey. That's enough, I'm gettin' a boner here, all right?

Mitch Henessey: How did you find us?
Nathan: There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you'll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man's penis.
Mitch Henessey: That's a duck, not a dick.

Pure screen-writing genius.

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I played a game for the first time in years - Crysis. It barely runs on "low" quality on my new laptop, but it is fucking beautiful. Maybe I'll try it again in a few years when I get another computer, on "medium" quality.